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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia( pt.1 Here!)(pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. Also, I went overboard. So much that I exceeded the character limit and need to post Diasomnia in 2 parts. I have favorites I guess :/
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Malleus experienced more firsts over the course of three years than the duration of his life. His first board game session, his first group trip with peers, his first taste of carnival food, his first sleepover, his first true friend - so, so many firsts. All a byproduct of one person walking into his life and taking a genuine interest in him.
You were the first houseguest he personally invited over to Diasomnia. Not for a tour, not for business, not on behalf of another - no. You were Malleus' houseguest, there to visit Malleus and spend time with Malleus. The snacks prepared were for you both to share. The lounge seating reserved for your company. His first time hosting for fun.
You were the first person he ever got a present for outside of his family. How quick your birthday had come, and how startled he became to find he cared. You were older. Growing so quick and changing at an alarming pace. He could see it in your features and mannerisms. Malleus knew that humans aged at a much faster rate than fae. Silver sprouted like a beanstalk. Yet you were blossoming like a flower in spring. How long until you'd wither?
Malleus cared. Not out of curiosity, but something deeper. Malleus did not want a servant to pick your gift, not even his closest companions. He desired to adhere to human custom and do the task himself. He did not trust another to pick something meaningful and to your preference.
You were the first to make him laugh. Your humor being like none he had heard before. Others tend to correct themselves in Malleus' presence, or try to cater to 'his' taste. Even those closest to him, often sharing a joke that flies over his head without any explanation. You did no such thing. Your humor was curious, and perhaps a bit crude. The jokes did fail to land with him, but he still found them funny regardless.
You were the first to make him yearn. Malleus had felt loneliness before. He's been bound in it's searing clutches and taunted. Yet his rooted longing never compelled him to change. He never felt jealous. Until your smile became another's and he felt a hot pit in his stomach. One different than his fiery magic.
You were his first desire.
Malleus fumbled and panicked. He had finally found a friend, yet he wanted more. The realization striking him deep. The first want he had no guarantee of obtaining. Yet his need for you was strong. He could not lose you. Malleus begun to value your presence. Your joy. The new life you breathed into him. He held it as dear as his family. You became his fondest treasure.
Malleus needed to ensure that you would never be taken from him. That you would never change.
You were also his first failure. On the dawn of your second year and his graduation, Malleus proposed. He had forgone all customs and jumped straight to marriage. Love to the fae was a lifetime bond. No power could chain you to him stronger than matrimony. Which is why he demanded your presence in the gardens after the ending ceremony. He decorated according to your tastes, with colorful lanterns and firefly lights strewn across the plants.
He saw the hope in your eyes. The way they sparkled with affection and pride bloomed knowing that he was the cause.
“Malleus….It’s so beautiful. Did you prepare this just for me?” You ask, clutching your hands to your chest. He smiles, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a black velvet box in the shape of a rose.
“I’m happy to see you like it; however, I hope this offering pleases you more”
Malleus opens the box to reveal a ring. Your eyes widen owlishly and he interprets it as a good sign. Until you step back.
“Oh Malleus….I can’t accept this. We aren’t even dating!” You deny his unspoken proposal with a shaken tone Malleus’ is unfamiliar with. Not from you.
“Why not? I love you. Is that not enough? Do you not love me?”
He fails to understand why you declined. He spent countless hours studying human customs and expression. No. Studying you. He was confident you returned his affections. So why? Why not leave this place and join him?
You explain to him that you’re incapable of marrying someone you haven’t spent time with romantically. That you do care about him. That you liked him and did feel for him. That you could love him, but not so suddenly. You have friends at NRC and didn’t want to leave. Not to mention how him marrying a human, especially with no warning, would cause so many political problems.
Of course he had already taken all this into consideration. He didn’t care about all that, yet bit his tongue from speaking his mind. Another first for Malleus.
“What if I abide by your terms? Would you allow me to court you properly?” He cuts into your sea of reasons not to be together. They weren’t his concern. Only you.
This gets you. He clearly wasn’t listening. Love blinded the average person, and Malleus’ heart bled. You consider his offer, and agree to his courtship. It would be difficult to maintain considering your distance and his status. Yet they were fickle matters to Malleus.
You were his first failure, yet he didn’t mind. There was no true victory without a bit of labor.
The change that he so feared, it became something Malleus adored. Every time he would whisk you away from NRC, or return for a visit - you were different. You had a new story to share, or had changed your appearance. At first he began to panic once again at how quickly you seemed to evolve without him.
And one day he realized that you would keep changing. He’d see a new you forever. All these new versions. A constant spark and longing that made him realize how precious each one was. They would come whether he bid them to or not - so he had to cherish them. Every version of you was one he loved and lost. Yet the fact that another would emerge kept his heart complacent.
You were his first kiss on a dewy fall morning. You were his first heartfelt dance, dressed in shimmery black satin and pearls that he gifted. You were his first goodnight kiss, and first morning embrace. You were his first comfort after tragedy struck and his first sympathetic heartache. You were everything.
It was no longer about chaining you. He loved his firsts. He would forever remember them.
His first goodbye.
On the cusp of your 3rd year coming to a close, Malleus prepared the ring from two years prior. He would gift it to you after your graduation. It would be yours whether you accepted the meaning behind it or not - the ring could go to no one else.
An announcement arrives to him the week prior via pen and paper. Hand written by you and oh how he so loved your letters. Malleus opened it with calm delight, yet as his eyes traveled across the words he forgot how to control his strength. The paper alit in flames.
‘The Headmaster found a way to send me home. Would you come for a visit?’
The letter was not so blunt, but that’s all he could comprehend. Malleus was not ready to say goodbye. He once thought his greatest fear was to watch his flower wilt, yet now it must be cut to make a bouquet.
As much as it tore him apart, Malleus had to let you go. He couldn’t root you to soil forever. His hands unconsciously drift to the velvet rose box tucked safely in his breast pocket.
It’s only natural you’d be the source of some of Malleus’ lasts. He would never love another.
He joins you days before your ceremony. You explain to him the procedure to return, and he bites his tongue once again. He encourages you, and is happy that you’re happy. The ring burns a hole where his heart lies yet he continues on with grace, ignoring the cautious behavior of your peers whenever he’s around. The only opinion he cared for was yours, and he’d stay as long as you needed.
Malleus missed the way your heart sought his. The way you gave him chance after chance to ask you to stay. How you clung to him despite the roles normally being reversed.
“I guess this is goodbye. I’ll miss you,” you whisper, holding Malleus’ hand and glancing at the glowing portal behind him. Malleus smiles, his eyes softening as he leans forward to kiss your forehead.
“I will never forget your heart,” he murmurs against your skin, and reaches into his breast pocket with fluid movements. Malleus places the velvet rose box in your hands, cradling them gently with both of his.
“This is yours. I had it made for your finger alone, and only you will be the one to wear it. My heart belongs to you. Let this be my final selfish wish, but I hope you will think of me when you look upon it”
Malleus doesn’t understand why you break down. The way you clutch the box to your chest and look at him with such pain. He thought you wanted to go home. Is it not what you waited so long for?
He cannot be strong when you’re crying. How can you be so cruel. He won’t be able to -
“I want to be with you. I love you,” you whisper yet he hears it perfectly clear.
Malleus’ heart stutters and he clutches your shoulders. With one hand he tilts your chin up to look at him. Your eyes splotched with red irritation and glassy with sorrow. He wipes at their edges with his thumbs, cupping your cheeks ans looking at you for any sign of doubt. Any insincerity or fear. Your expression from years prior still lives rent free in his mind…he would not risk your happiness for his selfishness.
He finds nothing and pulls you in his arms. For the first time, Malleus sheds tears born from love. From relief. He wraps his arms protectively around you, and tucks his chin over your head.
“If you love something, let it be free. If it was meant to be yours then it will come back willingly. This is a saying of humans, is it not? I could not have you at the cost of your happiness. You do not deserve such a tainted love…but if this is truly what you desire, then I will not cease my efforts. You are mine, and I will eternally be yours,”
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{Malleus’ ring is hand crafted by the royal blacksmith. Some would assume that there is a ring passed down through generations of the Draconia bloodline. There is not. The fae do not follow such traditions, yet Malleus would not instill all his values onto you. If it is a ring you need, then it is a ring he will get. He decides to reforge a gem plucked from his mother’s staff. The ring is made especially for you, with a teardrop-cut of magic-infused emerald as the focus point. It’s enchanted to reject any hand other than your own, and morphs to the size of your finger. It is subtle, made of pure gold, and a symbol of union between fae and mankind.}
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"One should never make a vow of eternal love lightly. Take it from someone with ample life experience"
Lilia often imposes advice without any prompting. The musings of an old man normally went in and out of people's ears anyways. Sometimes it takes experience to learn, and no matter how we try to warn our children - fate is fate. They will go through the motions just as the people before them. Especially when it comes to trials of the heart such as love and loss.
Lilia knows both intimately. They've forged the man he is.
Philia: Love of friendship and equals. His peers, his comrades in arms, his fellow fae. The friends he has lost through death and distance. Those he fought to protect.
Storge: Parental love. To raise the son of his closest friends, and the blood of his sworn enemy. Lilia has fought through loss to feel the gratification of fatherhood. Lilia loves his children.
Agape: Love of man. This one took work. It took losing all he had, and then losing more. Hundreds of years of healing and trying to be better. Even in his final stretch Lilia is still learning this love.
Eros: Passionate, unconditional love. Lilia has felt this once, and only once. The wound still fresh with a dribble of salt steadily halting the healing process. To feel eros is a beautiful thing, but to have it ripped away is enough to kill.
Lilia experienced his fair share, and now enjoys watching those in the prime of life seek out love. He doesn't engage in romantic gossip, but enjoys watching others live their lives. One of his biggest curiosities being you, oddly enough.
This is because you've shown no interest in feeling love of any kind. Being the nosy man he is, Lilia finds your dismissal of others a bit concerning. He's not the most open person himself, yet you're a young human. This is when you should be wild! Surely you must feel something, considering all the 'escapades' you've been on with other students. The best way to bond is over shared trauma - he's not endorsing it. Just stating a fact.
"It's nothing personal. I'd rather not get too attached considering my living circumstances, if you catch my drift" you say in response to his prying.
He indeed 'catches the drift' and sees a bit of himself reflected in you. You were not unkind, yet also not overzealous. You did not push others away, yet also made an effort to protect yourself. For all the kind deeds you've done, Lilia knew better than to think it a case of bleeding heart syndrome. You remind him of how he was when deciding to raise Silver - afraid and very good at hiding it for the sake of others.
He decides to step in against his better judgement. If anything to repay the kindness you've done Malleus and his two youngsters. He couldn't watch you waste the precious life you’ve been given huddled away in isolation. Lilia would become your confident, as he is the most equipped to endure inevitably bidding farewell. If anything he will encourage you to forge stronger bonds of your own accord without fear.
He does an outstanding job at being the extrovert adopting an introvert. His favorite hobby being to startle you - popping out from random places like trees, bushes, the ceiling, your closet, etc. So much that you grow accustomed to his antics and expect them. Going so far as to always carry hard candies in your coat pocket as a peace offering.
He invites you to play online video games, go shopping, and sometimes pops by your dorm with Malleus. However his visits soon become solo, sensing that his adopted son didn't enjoy his 'nightly stroll' with his best friend being invaded. Lilia didn't mind - it meant that he'd get your company all to himself! There was nothing like watching a few horror flicks and tormenting Grimm after them. You even had a guest room in case he felt too ‘lazy’ to fly home.
On your birthday, he bakes a cake and leaves it on your kitchen windowsill. You found it, and even thanked him 'happily' later that day. He never said he was the chef though....you must have quite a keen sense of taste! That or he must be so talented that you know his cooking by heart!
Lilia felt a sense of relief, seeing your mannerisms shift from neutral to happy as time passed. It was hard work ebbing away at those walls of yours. It's not good for humans to be stressed. It lessens their already short lifespan.
He really should step aside. Let you befriend more humans and people that will support your journey. Except he doesn't want to. Philia's taken root in his heart - you're now a friend. An actual one.
So...he doesn't let go.
You join the college's boardgame club, and Lilia feels honored that he's the first you ask to play with. Each time you sought his company made him feel young again. Thrills did tend to follow your wake after all.
You often spent many evenings teaching Malleus, Silver, and even Sebek about your world. Not something Lilia planned for, but seeing you open up about it put his mind at ease. The different cultures, history, trends - Lilia listens in happily as well. Going so far as to learn some of your favorite recipes. He wants to cook them right away, but agrees to wait for your company. You grew nervous when he brought the topic up, possibly because you didn't want to be left out? Surely, that must be why.
Soon comes another January 1st - Signifying a new year and also Lilia’s birthday. The night prior he was out on the prowl, flying free throughout campus, watching people party and celebrate. Normally he’d spend this evening having fun of his own, but being caged at a school left him little chances to be free. Jumping across rooftops and sneaking around doing parkour was a trip down memory lane. The fireworks and lively people made for an excellent atmosphere.
By chance he happened on your rooftop, and decided to pop in for a quick respite. Slipping in through an open window was child’s play, as was avoiding your paranormal houseguests and popping in and out of rooms.
His keen hearing picks up your voice coming from the main bedroom - and normally he wouldn’t invade a personal space but the door was open. So obviously it was an invitation. He sticks to the ceiling and crawls to a shrouded corner with a mischievous grin.
How unsuspecting you were - dressed up in fancy clothes and muttering to yourself while in front of a floor length mirror. Lilia thinks you’re going to a party and is prepping to tag along -
“Alright. I can do this,” you mutter and turn around to pace the floor. A neatly wrapped present is clutched tight in your hands - wrapped in ivory paper with a sparkly pink ribbon. Lilia freezes just when he’s about to jump down, and clings back to the wall. “Just give it to him. Give it and tell him how you feel,” you turn towards the mirror, holding the box out, “Hello there Lilia. Yes, this is a birthday present. Yes, you’re a year older, how exciting! By the way I really like you so would you want to go on a date?” You fall silent, cringing in disgust at your reflection before sitting on the bed, “Ah. That was such dogshit”
Lilia exits as swift as he entered. The night air whips against his skin as he transforms into a bat and is already on the way back home. The implications of what he just witnessed weighing heavily on his mind.
This would not be the first time someone has caught feelings for him. You don't go 700 years without any suitors - he'd always turn them down with careful consideration.
Except he doesn't want to this time. That's the major issue.
The flight home was long, with purposeful detours until he felt tired enough to retire. A familiar bitter ache stung his heart. He'd only felt this disappointment once prior, and swore off letting it bud again.
Eros.
Lilia was in love too. He recognized the passion growing long before this moment, and against his better judgement let it fester.
"Seems I'm not as equipped to handle this as I once believed" he says to no-one and moves to play some online games instead of sleeping.
Lilia once felt a love he couldn’t express through anything other than fealty and devotion. It was a darker time where there was no promise of future. He swore not to endure that pain again - yet this is similar yet also different. The love is blooming effortlessly. His devotion is growing. The desire is there and so is the fear. All the same feelings yet without the dire weight of external forces adding pressure. This time it’s his choice to follow through. There’s no bigger force at play stopping him. Not even your mortality, considering how his lifespan is almost at its close.
Yet for all his years of wisdom, the thought of putting his heart out was still as frightening as the first.
In truth, Lilia had ulterior reasons for pursuing your companionship other than worry or repaying a debt. Your behaviors did remind him of his past self. That was no lie. He simply felt affection blooming upon your first meeting and thought having your friendship would morph it into something more tame. He had a habit of drawing in lost souls - what was one more?
Now the affection is stronger, and you return it.
Heavens, was he being given another chance? After all these years.
You return it. It's requited. He needn't hide it for the sake of someone else's happiness. Lilia could be selfish, if only he let himself.
The next day, Lilia finds an ivory box with a sparkly pink ribbon outside his door. A neatly written letter is attached, with the words 'Happy Birthday' written on the front. His name is written on the tag in black ink, with your name signed as the sender.
Lilia picks it up and undoes the wrapping with nimble movements. Inside is an assortment of treats that he wanted to try from your home, and a neatly folded letter atop them. It details exactly what was expected, a perfect explanation of your feelings that's entirely different than the nervous display he intruded upon.
He looks around the hallway, checking to see if you’re nearby before disappearing without a trace. Nothing but an open door showing that he left.
Everything after is a blur. While doing the dishes back at your dorm and trying not to think of the present - Lilia appears out of nowhere, startling you for what was probably the first time in months. His typical cheeky grin and snicker were nowhere in sight.
He says one thing, “Are you certain?”. The words held a heavy meaning for the both of you.
Asking if he’s willing to go for one last chance. To take one final risk or simply be satisfied with all he’s accomplished thus far. It asks if you’re willing to do the same - to risk everything you’ve built in one fell swoop.
You nod, and Lilia smiles. Not an impish smirk or a snarky grin. A true, soft smile that is full of released tension. He happily hugs you from behind as you finish working in silence, gradually slipping back to his playful ways yet not entirely. He would remain the out of touch peepaw that you so loved to tease him as, but a bit of his youthful spirit was being revived. His inner self being healed, perhaps.
He loves you, and the world hasn’t split in two. It was his time.
Finally.
From then on he had no reservations in loving you. This was a new form of eros. A new passion filled with joy and living for the moment - versus the weight of time holding him back like it did when he was younger. Nothing changed in your dynamic other than he now had the strength to let himself love freely.
Which is exactly why he wastes no more time. Just as he told you off hand long ago, one should not make a vow of eternal love lightly. He’d take his own advice and seek his own happiness for the first time in hundreds of years.
On a random night with no inkling of warning, Lilia drags you out of bed to the Ramshackle rooftop in nothing but your nightclothes. It wasn’t the first time he’d ask for a midnight escapade - just for the thrill and surprise, most of the time. He loved to keep things exciting.
Except he was being far too gentle. Far too nostalgic. He sits you down on the edge of the roof and puts his cardigan over your shoulders. Not a word passes between you as he tucks it snug around your shoulders - his hand tracing the line of your cheekbones, down your arms and to your hands. He cradles them gently, never taking his eyes from yours.
Then something foreign glimmers against your finger. In an effortless motion, he slipped the ring on without pause. You can’t help but stare at the gem in thought, looking between it and Lilia’s thoughtful expression over and over.
Lilia nods, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over the ring - admiring it against your skin.
“I’ve lived many years. Lead many lives. I thought I had accepted my nearing end, yet I find myself wanting more. I want to grey with grace at your side. To enjoy mundane evenings - greet you come morning and kiss you to seal a day’s end. I want my last life to be at your side, if only you will have me”
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{A blood red garnet placed inside a blossom frame. Lilia’s ring is made of silver, and gives the illusion of a red rose in a bed of vines. Red is the color of passion, devotion, and unconditional love. Red roses hold this very meaning in the language of flowers. Lilia has felt this before - but you are his fated. You have chosen him simply for the person he is - not who he needs to be. He can finally be free and at peace. Your love is something he can selfishly hoard and it gives him the desire to enjoy life. He feels full. Happy. He hopes that this ring shows that he wants to live for the moment by your side, eternally}
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iisxpacelslife · 4 months
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iisxpacelslife · 6 months
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Self aware Simon Riley .
Simon riley is a man who knows he isn't a real person with a real life. He's only a video game character stuck with the constant reminder of that fact. Talking to his mates being the hardest thing to do after he became aware of thus fact. Knowing that all of his conversations with them are scripted? Hard pill to swallow.
But you? You make it so worth it. Seeing your bright smile and happy eyes when you win a game or even seeing you rage at the game from time to time. He loves every second of it.
Simon Riley is also a man who adores pushing you around a little bit, causing your game to lag a bit, switching out guns from time to time. He just loves your reactions so much. He has you all to himself, a real person who adores him as much as he adores you.
Or so he thought
König, a man who isn't even IN the story coming along and also being aware? He could fuck off, you were Ghost's. Nothing would change that and he wouldn't allow some guy to take you from him.
If you thought your game was lagging before, it's definitely lagging now. Every moment you play your game is glitching.
You can't even tell who's team you're on because you keep switching from KorTac to Specgru?? What are you supposed to do??
König would be annoyed at the fact another man is trying to take away his schatz. He was desperate for real interaction, desperate to see your face as you played. He needed you, he wanted you.
He constantly took pictures of your face through the screen, making you wonder why your pc/console kept taking photos. Thousands upon thousand of images of your screen were in your gallery? But to him, it wasn't pictures of him, no. It was pictures of you
He definitely noticed all the fanfiction you read, all the edits, all the messages. He saw it all.
It made him want you even more
But Ghost refused to let him have it.
Both of them depriving eachother of you until you came home one day to see your TV broken and those same two men standing in front of you, a viscious expression on their face.
But not at you.
No, never at you.
Only at eachother.
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iisxpacelslife · 10 months
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Reposting so I can see the next part! Absolutely amazing!!
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Yandere!SAGAU x Secret!Creator!Reader Part 2.5
Short Summary: After encountering a group of hilichurls on your way to Inazuma, you discover the benefits that come with being the creator of Teyvat. (i couldn’t sleep so i decided to keep my flow of thoughts going.)
characters: Xiao
warning(s): blood, violence, heart attack, ooc characters, xiao being weird
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5
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You’re on your way to the harbor, pushing Grandpa Fuyi in his wheelchair. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you put a bit more force in pushing him. The two of you travel on the outskirts of the town away from the dirt path that leads to the main town.
Not long ago, a deep feeling told you that if you were to enter through the main town you’d definitely run into Zhongli. Just the thought of it sent shivers down your spine. To avoid being seen, you decided to take a detour.
As you’re walking, you see a group of hilichurls resting with their weapons laid by their side. You slow your pace, being very careful with your movements…but as your eyes scan the area, you feel your heart drop in your chest. Not far from the group of hilichurls, you see the large figure resting against a tree beside them… a mitachurl.
It’s your first time ever coming across one and even from a distance away you can tell how large they really are. Their size in real life is incomparable to the size you’ve seen on your screen. The sheer size of the monster makes you freeze in your tracks. Sweaty hands tightening on the handles of Grandpa Fuyi’s wheelchair, you slowly begin to back away. However, the squeak of the wheels, albeit quiet, is enough to wake them.
They, jump up, alert. Their eyes immediately turn to the two of you, snarls echoing into the air. The mitachurl wakes as well, the ground shaking as it jumps up. Their loud roars wake Grandpa Fuyi up. He realizes the situation you are in and you can feel how hard he’s shaking through the handles of the wheel chair. You too, are filled with terror, not only in fear of your life but for Grandpa Fuyi’s.
Despite his fear, he yells at you.
“R..Run… run away!” His voice finally snaps you out of your trance and you quickly begin to wheel him away as fast as you can. But your pace isn’t fast enough and Grandpa Fuyi knows this as well.
“Child… leave me…”
Your eyes widen and when you process his words, a tear falls from down your cheek. The glittering crystal falls to the ground as you continue running.
“No!” you tell him. Your voice is shaky, a stark difference to Grandpa Fuyi’s which is surprisingly steady. It’s as if he’s accepted his fate.
“It’s alright… I’ve lived long en-“ you interrupt him immediately.
“Are you insane?!”
You keep on running. You hear a low hiss in the air and you stumble, cursing when you feel a sharp pain in your back. You head twists, glancing down behind you to see golden blood dripping from your clothing and an arrow sticking out from your lower back.
Your pace slows from the pain, sweat dripping down your face. You can hear the footsteps grow louder and the ground shakes heavily from the mitachurl’s stomps. A slight turn of the head tells you that it’s too late to run as the mitachurl has caught up.
Unable to run any longer, the gears in your head turn fast as you think of way to get out of the situation. The mitachurl is only a few feet away from you, your body now filled with adrenaline.
The mitachurl swings his club, you can feel the wind as it comes down towards the two of you. As a last attempt to protect him, you shield Grandpa Fuyi with your hands up, hoping to take the majority of the blow.
Just as you feel the club collide with your arm, a golden light blinds you. The light clears and all of a sudden you see the monsters launched away from you, slamming into the ground, their bodies slowly disappearing.
Who… who saved us?
Your eyes scan the surrounding area for your hero, until you realize that it’s only you and Grandpa Fuyi. Realization sets in and you stare at your hands in shock.
Did I… was it me?
You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Granda Fuyi gasping. You turn to see him grasping at his chest. It seems like the weight of the situation finally weighed down on him as his face is scrunched up in pain.
“My chest…” you kneel by his side, eyes wide. You panic once more, not knowing what to do. He’s having a heart attack.
Amongst your racing thoughts, an idea flashes in your head.
I-I’m the creator, you think.
You stare at your hands before placing them on his chest. A few seconds pass and nothing happens. Grandpa Fuyi’s groans of pain continue, frail hands clawing at your hands on his chest.
Your pillar, the one person to help you, is dying and you can’t do anything about it. Your hands shake, tears falling down. The tears harden into crystals, some bouncing off onto the floor, the others piling onto his legs as you lean over him. Grandpa Fuyi is too dizzy from the intense pain that he doesn’t even notice.
The time you spent together flashes through your head. You think of the times he helped you, the times he stayed awake late at night to comfort you when you couldn’t sleep from the fear of unfamiliarity. His kind smile and his corny jokes that took you a while to even understand.
As you’re lost in your thoughts with your crystal tears still steaming, a small light suddenly flashes from where your hands are placed against his chest. Letting out a gasp, you wait for the light to die down.
Grandpa Fuyi begins to relax and his eyes flutter shut. Your heart drops in your chest. It isn’t until you hear the soft sounds of his breathing that you realize he’s fine. You let out a cry of relief, resting your head on his knee.
Finally, you start to calm down and your breathing evens out. However, as the adrenaline leaves your body, the pain starts to sink in. You reach for your back, flinching as you feel the wooden arrow stick out. You curse, unsure of what to do. You know if you pull it out, blood will rush out like a champagne bottle with the cork popped off… but if you try and get help, your identity as the creator will be revealed.
Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment before you open them and grab a shirt from your bag. You rip the shirt into strips and roll up one of the strips into ball. With a deep exhale, you reach for the arrow, hoping for the best. Your hands pause, scared of the pain that is soon to come. However, with no other options, you force yourself to build up courage.
Finally, you rip it out, the pain of your skin tearing causing you to cry out. You can feel the blood pour out of you so you quickly press the cloth ball to your back and apply pressure to the wound. You wince and bite your lip to silence the scream you want to let out. Using the other strips from the ripped up shirt, you clumsily wrap the wound as best you can.
Finally finished, you let out a sigh, the pain still radiating from your body. After a bit, you realize you’re still out in the open with the sun almost completely set. The danger starts to sink in again, so you stand up, ignoring the pain. You wipe your hands, thankful for your black clothes that hide the golden blood stains before rushing Grandpa Fuyi to the harbor. As you rush, you forget to clean up the crystal tears and puddle of golden blood you left behind from the disaster you just experienced.
Filled with desperation and the need to leave Liyue, you don’t notice the figure standing on a hill not far from you, watching as you leave.
Xiao was doing his nightly rounds when he heard the echoing stomps of a mitachurl. He quickly rushed over to the danger, spear grasped tightly in his hand.
He arrived just as the mitachurl attacked you. Xiao cursed, seeing the mitachurl’s club collide with your arm, thinking he’s too late.
However, he’s shocked by the golden light that erupts from your form, knocking back the monsters and destroying them with a bright flash.
Xiao’s feet are locked in place as he finally takes a good look at you. At the golden liquid that seeps from your body and the crystal tears that pile on the ground. His heart is pounding in his chest so hard, he swears he can hear it.
Is he hallucinating?
He’s trying to make sense of what he saw but by the time his racing thoughts slow down, you’re gone.
Dazed and unsure of reality, he slowly shuffles over to the place you were just at, the scent of blood growing stronger as he draws near. Xiao drops to his knees beside the puddle of blood and tears. His hands shakily touch the heap you left behind. A choked gasp leaves his mouth as looks at the warm, golden liquid on his hands. Just by touching it, Xiao feels like his karmic debt has somehow lessened just a bit.
It’s you… it’s really you…
He’s delirious, unable to control his actions as his hands scoop up more of your blood, bringing it close to his face as if he wants to cover himself with the proof of your existence.
Xiao wrestles back his self control and his rationality returns. Though he’s able to calm down, the need to see you remains. Xiao jumps up to his feet, ready to chase after you but he stops in place.
What would he say to you?
That he knows you’re the creator?
What would you think of him?
Surely you’d be disappointed with him for not coming in time to stop you from getting hurt. Xiao doesn’t think he can handle it if he saw you stare at him with disappointment. Just the thought of it makes his heart clench.
Although he’s reluctant, he fights the urge to follow you. It takes a while and several deep breaths but he’s able to tame his impulsiveness. Now, somewhat calm, he bends over to collect your tears, very carefully placing them in his pocket like they’re his most prized possession. After collecting your tears, Xiao leaves, intending to share the news of your arrival with the other adepti.
You arrive at the harbor, breathing heavily. Grandpa Fuyi is still fast asleep. With a slight limp from the pain, you go around asking each of the ship members which boat you can take to Inazuma. However, each of the ship members give you the same answer.
The only ship leaving for Inazuma is the Crux. Despite it be being black, your clothes are still soaked with golden blood. You’re unsure if you can handle the chance of meeting both Beidou and Kazuha without them noticing anything. You want to give up but the radiating pain from your wound fills you with a sense of urgency that forces you to accept.
That’s how you find yourself in the lowest deck of the Crux, surrounded by sleeping ship members. Grandpa Fuyi lays on a cot by your side, not once waking up from his deep sleep.
You wait for a while, making sure every one is asleep before heading to the small bathroom. There, you take the time to thoroughly tend to your wound as well as wash out the golden blood from your clothes. As the last of it slips down the drain, you stare at yourself in the mirror, thinking back to all of the events that occurred.
You start to wonder, what other powers do you have?
You decide to experiment. Thinking back to aspects of the game, your thoughts land on one of the most useful devices… waypoints. The traveler is able to use waypoints to go anywhere they want in Teyvat. Deciding to put your powers to the test, you think of a place you want to go to. You rule out Inazuma, since the Crux is already on its way there.
Still unsure of any limits you may have to your powers, you decide on somewhere nearby, hoping that if it does work, you’ll still have enough juice to teleport back. Although you feel a bit wary on entering Liyue again, there’s a part of you that doubts the teleportation would even work.
This doubt allows you to close your eyes and concentrate. Your mind forms the image in your head and you feel a sudden rush of power. When you open your eyes, you’re exactly where you imagined, inside the Wangshu Inn.
You smile widely, excited over having discovered a very useful power.
“Y… Your grace,” a voice full of wonder calls out to you from behind. Your head snaps to the side, all excitement draining just as quickly as it came.
Xiao’s yellow eyes are wet as if he’s about to cry. A loud thud reaches your ears as he drops onto his knees in front of you. Ever since he saw you, your image was constantly on his mind. Because of your sudden appearance, he thinks that truly heard him, his desire to see you so deep that you decided to answer his prayers. His eyes are filled with an intense admiration and a twisted sense of worship.
“I-I… It’s an honor-“
“Fuck.”
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asmo lovers….. we were extremely robbed. i urge everyone who cares about asmo’s bday event being skipped NOT to give solmare any money for lucifer’s birthday event, as it is speculated that the preparation for it was prioritizing over asmo’s event because he is more popular. asmo is NOT a side character. the other brothers do not exist second to lucifer or mammon. each of the brothers deserve the same treatment because their fans deserve the same treatment.
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Okay I know,,, I know that I posted about this channel recently, but that one youtube reactor who's doing the HTTYD shows, C BLOOM, posted the first RTTE reaction video today and you guys, you guys, I'm just SO FREAKIN EXCITED YOU SHOULD GO CHECK IT OUT
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asmo is so perfect! i wish he was real
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Mc: "Hey, azzy?:
Asmo: * painting his nails * "Yes love?"
Mc: "Would you kill for me?"
Asmo: * putsthe paint brush back in the pot* "Hmm? What?"
Mc: "Would you kill for me beca-"
Asmo: "Yes"
Mc: "Wh-what I didn't even finish-"
Asmo: * blowing on his nails while talking to them* " i would though, without hesitation. I would cleave a thousand, still beating hearts out of a thousand screaming writhing men and serve them to you on a silver platter if you so wished it."
Mc: "I- o-oh..."
Asmo: * smiles cutely* "Your enemies are my enemies, and I will give you the honor you so deserve."
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Mc: " ...that...is the most romantic thing I've ever been told."
Asmo: "Daw, don't think anything of it, my love. Destroying one's enemies is a common thing in demonic culture. I'd do it in a heartbeat." 🩷
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What's Updog?
Was wondering how to reintroduce Nyx and the idea of making some small comics again. Settled on this old idea, because it defines them so well
Reblogs are appreciated!
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Never realized how fucking heartbreaking this game was gonna be. i’ve been sobbing for like 10 minutes.
Asmo, my baby😭😭😭
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HE IS SO PRECIOUS I AM SOBBING
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the first ice cream cone
SUMMARY: You take Malleus on an ice cream date! Except...something doesn't go as planned.
CHARACTERS: Malleus Draconia
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: I wrote this for a friend, but someone on quotev requested something for Malleus too!! I hope you enjoy it (and I have a baking oneshot in the works too C:)
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You’d done some research before taking Malleus out on a date, asking Lilia what he seemed to like the most whenever they went on their outings. Lilia seemed amused at your question, but humored you with a slice of knowledge.
“He loves ice cream. It’s his favorite!” Lilia hummed, sipping on the tomato juice you brought him as a bribe, “Just don’t buy him any cake to go with it—the last time I bought him a cake, he ate the entire thing. He had really bad heartburn and has now sworn off of them.”
Now here you were. Standing outside of a nearby ice cream shop with a terrifyingly strong dragon man on your arm. He didn’t seem like it though, his eyes wide and full of wonder.
“Child of man…” he shook your arm gently, “Is this an ice cream shop?”
“Yes! I was hoping it’d be a good first date idea…I even talked to Lilia to make sure I wouldn’t do anything wrong.” you nodded, proud of your planning.
“It’s wonderful.” a smile flickered across his face, “Shall we?”
You dragged him inside first, insisting on paying with the limited amount of money Crowley had allowed you this week. You’d been saving up for a few weeks just in case, so anything Malleus wanted to try on this date would be his.
“Fascinating.” his stare was owlish as he blinked at the two scoop cones he ordered.
“I was surprised you went for pistachio.” you hummed, leading him to a bench outside.
“I was curious. I’ve never had this flavor before.” he eyed it up before taking a lick.
You watched him eat for a bit before you remembered your own ice cream, still watching him. He never looked this peaceful when he was in school, likely because Sebek and Silver would trail him constantly. You were lucky you could sneak him away for a little bit—there’s no doubt Sebek was probably losing his marbles over Malleus’ disappearance right now.
“Thank you for getting me away for a little while.” he said, placing a hand over yours.
“It’s no problem. You deserve it.” you wrapped your fingers around his hand and squeezed.
He chuckled, but said nothing else. You two enjoyed the ice cream and the quiet bustling of the outside world, without Lilia or Sebek or Silver or Ace or Deuce. Or Grim, actually. Especially Grim.
“Oh.” Malleus huffed, sounding alarmed.
You glanced over, watching as he clutched his head dramatically.
“Is everything okay?” you placed your hand on his back, watching him closely just in case he decided to pass out on you.
“Child of man…I believe I have been poisoned. My head…is collapsing.” he groaned, his grip on his ice cream cone beginning to crush the wafer.
“Are you…are you talking about a brain freeze?” you furrowed your brow, baffled at one of the strongest mages crumpled over at your feet from a little brain freeze.
“What is that? Will my brain turn to ice? I assure you, I am not so weak as to collapse—”
“Malleus.”
“I can handle myself. I shall consult the library as soon as possible so this disease cannot fester.”
“Malleus.”
“Child of man, I thank you for the brief pleasantries we shared before there was an attack on my life.”
“Malleus, listen to me.” you grabbed his arms, pulling him up, “It’s not fatal. A brain freeze is harmless. It’ll be gone in a minute. I promise.”
Malleus halted his dramatic hand movements staring at you in wonder.
“Child of man, your knowledge knows no bounds. I feel better already.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed deeply.
Well, it wouldn’t be Twisted Wonderland if you could go on a normal date.
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reblogging to never forget this masterpiece😭
“MC goes Buzzfeed Unsolved with the demon brothers while fucking with the entire human realm internet!”
If you want to be tagged send me a message so I can add you to my taglist.
Masterlist
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 coming soon…
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Okay, I get it, we’re all terrified Shadow and Bone is gonna get cancelled, but remember, this is Netflix, if it gets crap fucking tons of views in its first month, it gets more seasons. So, when I say our safest bet is to rewatch constantly, even if you’re just playing it on your tv while muted or a separate tab on your laptop while you work, I mean it.
We need to fucking watch and rewatch that show like there is no tomorrow, that’s how we get a third season (and if we’re lucky, in Netflix’s tendency with Bridgerton and Witcher, a fourth)
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THE WAY I GASPED-😭😭😭
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sometimes you gotta teach the old man a lesson yanno
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Lucifer doodles (I started playing obey me)
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first peter parker fic i’ve read and I’M IN LOVE😭😭😭 THEY ARE SO CUTE
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Burnt Face and Second Base
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Synopsis: Peter can’t seem to stop accidentally hurting his crush
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Peter opened his locker and hid behind the door so that he could stare at you without detection. All you were doing was printing something off a campus printer, but you made it look like an enchanting performance that had Peter captivated by your every move. Peter had been in college for three months now and found himself pinning for you for most of that time. You hadn’t spoken yet, but he held out for the day that you would.
“Who are you staring at?” Ned asked at full volume, making students passing by look and laugh at Peter.
“Would you keep your voice down? Jesus. Everybody heard that.” Peter whispered harshly and checked to make sure you hadn’t heard Ned. Ned followed Peters gaze and when he saw you, he smiled deviously.
“Oh. I know who you’re looking at.” Ned said as he raised his eyebrows up and down.
“I can’t help it. I love it when she wears her hair like that.” Peter sighed and leaned his cheek against his locker door as he continued to stare at you.
“You say that every day.”
“I know.” Peter sighed again and watched as you flipped your hair over your shoulder. You seemed to move in slow motion as you pulled your hair to one side so you could take a sip from the water fountain. Peter smiled dreamily as he watched you until you accidentally made eye contact. Peter quickly turned around so you wouldn’t see him staring.
“Do you think she ever stares at me?” He asked Ned.
“I think you’d know if she did. You know, since you’re always staring at her.”
“Ugh. You’re totally right. Why won’t she ever look at me?” Peter whined and shot another look at you.
“Have you tried speaking to her?” Ned asked. “Or are you hoping she’ll get the hint through your spider telepathic abilities?”
“Ned, for the last time, I do not have telepathic abilities. If regular spiders aren’t telepathic, then why would I be?”
“You say regular spiders aren’t telepathic with such confidence but how would you know? How do you really know?” Ned asked and shook Peters shoulders.
“Oh my God.” Peter groaned and turned back to look at you. He watched you laugh at something your friend said and wondered how amazing it would feel to be the one making you laugh.
“Do you think it could ever work? Do you think I could ever have a normal relationship with these stupid abilities?” Peter asked quietly as he stared at you.
“They’re not stupid, Peter.” Ned assured him. “I would kill to be telepathic.”
“I’m not telepathic.” Peter groaned and looked down at the web shooter that was peaking out from his sleeve. He knew it was unrealistic that he could ever have a normal relationship and sighed wistfully. Ned looked between you and Peter for a second and felt a pang of guilt of his friend.
“I think it could work. You and her, I mean.” Ned told him.
“You do?” Peter asked skeptically and shut his locker.
“Yeah. I do. Who says your abilities, telepathic or not, have to stop you from having a normal relationship? As long as you treat her right and don’t hurt her, it would work.”
Peter took a second and thought about what Ned had said and wondered if he was right. He’d never admit it to Ned, but the reason he never tried to talk to you wasn’t because he thought being Spiderman and being in a relationship at the same time wouldn’t work. It was because he was scared that the relationship could work, but would fail because of something that Peter did that had nothing to do with Spiderman. It was easy to blame his double life as an excuse not to talk to you instead of admitting that he was scared of messing it up on his own accord. That kept him from ever trying to ask you out but with Neds pep talk, he felt like it was worth a shot. He unlocked his locker again with a plan to write a note to you that he could slip into your backpack as you passed by.
“Thanks for saying that, man. I really hope I could make it work if I ever got the chance. Because I really like this girl. I would never hurt her.” Peter said as he swung his locker back open. He heard a clash, followed by a pained whine. Peter frowned and shut his locker only to find you standing right there with both hands over your nose.
“Y/n?!” Peter gasped in shock when he realized what he had done.
“Ouch.” You winced and pulled your hands away from your nose. Peter watched your eyes widen when you saw the amount of blood that had gushed out of your nose.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” Peter quickly apologized as he fumbled around his pocket for a tissue.
“Yeah, it really felt that way.” You said as you pinched your nose and tilted your head up to try and stop the bleeding. Peter pulled out a bunch of tissues and gently held them up to your nose as his other hand went to the back of your head. You made eye contact for a minute and you found the look of absolute panic on Peters face to be quite adorable. You smiled a little, but quickly stopped when it made your nose throb angrily.
“Ow.” You flinched and put your hand over Peters to hold the tissues in place. Peter gulped and felt his face flush at the first time the two of you had not only spoken, but made physical contact.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n. Can I take you to the nurse?” Peter offered.
“Yes please.” Your voice came out nasally due to your nose being pinched.
Peter wrapped one arm around you and kept the other on your nose as he walked with you to the campus nurse. He sat with you in the waiting room and gave you a fresh bouquet of tissues to soak up the still flowing blood.
“Is it bad?” You asked him, still not having seen yourself. You had blood all down your face and neck but Peter was not about to tell you that.
“No. It’s not bad.” He said unconvincingly. You gave him a skeptical look and pulled the tissues away to inspect the damage.
“Oh God. That’s a lot of blood.” You gulped when you saw the saturated tissue.
“Is it? I don’t think its that much.” Peter played dumb in an attempt to keep you calm.
“You said it wasn’t bad. I look like I just ate somebody.” You laughed and playfully shoved him.
“I was trying to make you feel better. Your nose looks like that “Can’t Help Myself” robot.” Peter smiled a little now that he had heard you laughing. It felt just as amazing as he imagined and hoped it meant you weren’t mad at him.
“Oh good. That’s my favorite artwork.“ You laughed again and it sent a flush to Peters cheeks.
“It is? That wasn’t too niche of a reference to make?”
“It probably was. But I understood it.” You shrugged. You and Peter looked at each other again as a comfortable silence settled between you. It wasn’t much, but it was a rare moment of feeling seen for the both of you.
“How’d you know my name, by the way? I heard you say it after giving me a face full of locker.” You asked Peter as he switched out your tissues for fresh ones.
“Oh, uh, I asked one of your friends what it was. Gwen told me, I think.” Peter admitted without looking into your eyes.
“You asked her what my name was? Why?” You laughed shyly and anxiously waited for the answer.
“Because I wanted to know it.” Peter said simply as he finally looked into your eyes. Your jaw dropped a little then closed in a smile. No boy had ever sought out your name before, at least not to your knowledge, so you couldn’t help but feel flattered by the gesture.
“Well now I want to know your name. Since you wanted to know mine.” You said with a teasing smile.
“It’s Peter. Peter Parker.”
“Thanks for taking me to the nurse, Peter Parker.” You said, sending shivers down Peters spine with the way you said his name.
“It’s the least I could do after giving you a face full of locker, as you put it.”
You smiled in delight at him using your words from earlier. You looked into each other eyes again but before you could say anything else, the nurse arrived.
“What do we have here?” She asked as she looked at you.
“I hit her with my locker.” Peter sheepishly admitted.
“It was an accident.” You added when you saw the way she looked at Peter. Peter found it sweet that you would jump to his defense after what he did it you.
“Jesus. How hard did you hit her?” The nurse asked as she removed the tissues from your nose to inspect it.
“Not that hard.”
“It was pretty hard.” You mumbled.
The nurse started to feel around your nose, making you wince in pain. You instinctively grabbed Peters hand and squeezed it every time the nurse hurt you. And every time, Peter was a blushing mess.
“Okay. It doesn’t look broken but it’s definitely gonna swell. Let me get some ice.” The nurse smiled sweetly at you and went into her office.
“Hey, at least it’s not broken.” You shrugged and gingerly touched your nose.
“I know. But still. I totally messed up your pretty face because I had to fling my locker open like that. I’m such an idiot.” Peter sighed and rubbed his face with his free hand since you had yet to let go of his other one. This just further confirmed his theory that he’d mess up your relationship just from being himself.
“You think I’m pretty?” You smiled shyly. Peters eyes flew open when he realized what he said and he had to think fast.
“You don’t?” He scoffed playfully, making your smile grow.
“Well right now I imagine I look like Carrie at the prom. Post pigs blood.”
“Hey, Carrie was hardcore. She was my first crush.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh. Peter smiled proudly at all the times he had been able to make you laugh.
“You’re a little weirdo, aren’t you?” You said, making Peters smile drop. You had meant in in an endearing way, but Peter hadn’t realized that.
“Oh, uh…” He trailed off as he struggled to find something to say. Before he could, the nurse came back.
“Here you go. Keep the ice on it and return it when it’s not cold anymore.” She instructed as she handed you an ice pack.
“Thank you.” You said as you carefully placed it on your nose, flinching from the cold.
“You can stay here for the rest of the period. You and your friend.” The nurse said before leaving you and Peter alone in the waiting room.
“Here. I don’t want your hands to get cold.” Peter said as he took the ice pack from you. He wrapped it in a napkin he had fished out of his backpack before holding it against your nose. The ice pack was more bearable now that it had the napkin buffer so you sighed in relief, all while finding it incredibly sweet that he was holding the ice pack for you so that your hands wouldn’t get cold.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want. I’ll be fine.”
“No way. I’m not leaving you after the crime I committed.” Peter sighed with guilt.
“Thanks.” You chuckled.
“For what? Smashing your face in with my locker?”
“For staying.” You shrugged and gave him another shy smile. Peter felt his face heat up so he pretended to be busy with the ice pack so that he wouldn’t have to look into your eyes.
“It’s the least I could do after hitting you with a metal door at full speed.” He mumbled in embarrassment.
“Yeah. Maybe.” You chuckled, secretly thrilled that he was staying. The two of you made eye contact again as you both wondered if something was happening here.
“So what class are you missing right now?” You asked him.
“Business ethics.”
“Business ethics? What’s that?”
“Fuck if I know. I just switch between different tabs on my laptop until the class is over.” Peter admired honestly, but you laughed thinking it was a joke. Peter felt his relax a little now that he knew you weren’t mad at him.
“What about you? What class are you missing?” He asked you.
“Intro to western art history.”
“Oh. Sounds fun.” Peter laughed sarcastically.
“It’s not. It’s a gen ed requirement. You’re actually doing me a favor by helping me skip it.” You told him.
“I’m glad you see it as a favor because I’ve never been more embarrassed.”
“Please. We’ve all hit someone in the face with a locker before.”
“Have we?” Peter said skeptically.
“Maybe not.” You admitted. “But it’s kinda my fault for standing so close to your locker.”
“Oh yeah. You were really close to my locker.”Peter realized. “Were you gonna come talk to me or something?”
“I honestly can’t even remember.”
“Because I gave you a concussion?” Peter joked it off but felt slightly disappointed that you hadn’t been coming up to talk to him.
“Probably.” You laughed, making Peter laugh as well.
You stayed in the nurses office until your ice pack wasn’t cold anymore and promptly returned to to her. You walked out of the office beside Peter just as the class period was ending.
“So I’ll see you around?” Peter asked hopefully.
“I hope you see me next time. Maybe you’ll open your locker a little slower.” You teased him, making Peter blush.
“Bye, Peter Parker.” You smiled shyly and squeezed his arm.
“Bye, Y/n.” He said softly as you walked away. You looked over your shoulder to wave at him before disappearing behind a building. Peter stood there and sighed as he replayed the entirety of your interaction in his head.
“How’d it go with Y/n? Did she make it?” Ned asked when he caught up with Peter later that day.
“Did she make it? I hit her with a locker, Ned. Not a bullet.”
“Excuse me for asking.” Ned mumbled.
“Sorry. I’m just a little distracted. Y/n called me a weirdo.” Peter recalled with a frown.
“Oh. That’s odd. In a good way or a bad way?”
“I don’t know. Is there a good way to be a weirdo?” Peter sighed, already knowing the answer.
“Maybe she meant it in an endearing way.” Ned offered.
“I hope so. It doesn’t matter anyway. There’s no coming back from hitting her with my locker.”
“Maybe there is. At least now you know you can never embarrass yourself in front of her more than you already did.”
“Oh yeah.” Peter smiled in relief. “You’re right. That takes a lot of the pressure off knowing the worst thing that can happen between us has already happened.”
A week later, Peter and Ned sat in the library as they prepared for an upcoming test. Peter hadn’t seen you since the locker incident and he was starting to worry that he’d completely blown it with you. You seemed to hit it off in the nurses office but now he wondered if you were just being nice and didn’t actually plan on ever speaking to him again.
“Dude, can you toss me my notebook?” Ned requested across the library table
“Which one?” Peter asked and rummaged through Neds backpack.
“The red one.”
“Okay. Heads up.” Peter said and threw the notebook to Ned. Peter had momentarily forgot that he was 10x stronger now from the spider bite so his casually toss ended up sending the notebook flying across the entire library with a perfect spiral. As if in slow motion, you started to walk in the direction of the airborne notebook with your earbuds in. People tried to warn you about the notebook heading your way, but you couldn’t hear anything over your music. Peter looked up just in time to see the notebook hit you in the eye and send you crumpling to the floor.
“Ah!” You called out as you put a hand over your injured eye.
“What?! Where did you even come from?” Peter shrieked in disbelief as he ran to you to help you sit up.
“I was coming to say hi to you.” You said in a pained voice.
“You were?” Peter stopped freaking out for a moment to smile.
“Yeah. Then the Fire Nation attacked.” You winced and took your hand away from your eye. You had a red mark going across your eye and the most bloodshot eye Peter had ever seen, but he tried to keep his face neutral so you wouldn’t freak out.
“That doesn’t look so bad.” He said with a high pitched voice, making you give him an unconvinced look.
“At least you missed my nose this time.” You said with a weak smile.
“I know. But I got you right in the eye. I’m so sorry.” Peter frowned as he helped you get up.
“It’s okay. I got another one.”
“Can I walk you to the nurse?” Peter offered.
“Well I definitely can’t see myself there.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ll take you there. Oh geez. I’m so sorry.” He continued to apologize as he wrapped an arm around your waist to help you walk to the nurses office. Peter couldn’t believe that this had happened a second time and knew his chances with you were 100% down the drain now.
“You two again? What happened this time?” The nurse asked when she saw you and Peter entering the office.
“I threw a notebook in her face.” Peter said with a defeated sigh.
“He got me right in the eye.” You said as you took your hand away from your eye.
“He sure did. Let me take a look.” The nurse said as she took a flashlight out of her pocket. It wasn’t painful, but you still grabbed Peters hand for comfort. He blushed at the action and gave your hand a squeeze to let you know he was there.
“Okay. Luckily he didn’t scratch your cornea but this is definitely going to bruise.” The nurse told you.
“Oh. Lovely.” You said sarcastically.
“First I made you bleed and now I gave you a black eye? I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say.” Peter said as he looked at you with guilty eyes.
“I don’t know what you can say either.” You shrugged. “I’ve never been in this situation before.”
“Um, black eyes are hot?” Peter offered weakly, making you laugh.
“They better be. What’s next? Are you gonna knock my teeth out?”
“Not on purpose.” Peter replied, making you laugh again. He laughed as well and soon looked into each others eyes as a comfortable silence settled between you. Peter felt the connection he felt the first time he had taken you to the nurses office and smiled shyly until he remembered something you had said.
“Hey, what did you mean the other day when you said I was a weirdo?” He wondered.
“Oh, you remember that? I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I hope you didn’t take it that way. I meant it in a good way.”
“Is there a good way to be a weirdo?” He asked skeptically.
“Of course there is. It’s you.” You said with a sheepish smile. Peter felt himself relax now that he knew you didn’t think he was too weird to talk too.
“Oh. Okay. Cool.” He smiled back just as the nurse came back.
“Here you go. Ice it and bring it back once it’s warm.”
“I know the drill.” You said as you got off the chair.
“I’ll walk you to class.” Peter offered as he held the door for you to leave the nurses office.
“Aw. Thanks.” You smiled as you pressed the ice pack to your eye. You sighed in relief and felt your pain melt away. The hand that wasn’t holding the ice pack bumped into Peters a few times on the walk to your next class but neither of you was bold enough to take the others hand.
“This is my building.” You said with slight disappointment once you reached your class.
“See you around?” Peter asked, hoping you’d make a plan to purposefully see each other.
“Don’t think I’ll be seeing much of anything for a while.” You chuckled and gestured to your eye.
“Right. Sorry again.” Peter apologized.
“It’s all right. Bye, Peter.” You waved and started going up the steps to your building.
“Bye.” Peter waved back, disappointed that you were once again getting away with no plans to see each other in the future. He hoped he’d run into you again soon, without injuring you this time.
The next time you saw each other came sooner than expected when you spotted Peter on line for a coffee shop on campus. You got behind him in line and tapped his shoulder.
“Hey Peter.” You smiled to greet him.
“Hey…” Peter turned around and trailed off when he saw the black eye he had given you.
“What?” You asked and insecurely touched your eye.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. You just look really pretty today. I like your hair like that.” He quickly recovered and tried not to look at the eye.
“Aw, thank you.” You smiled shyly. “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”
“Really? You were?” He asked hopefully.
“Yeah. I felt a little lopsided with just the one black eye. I thought you might want to throw a rock or a brick at me or something to even me out.” You teased him, making him feel a mixture of embarrassment from hurting you and excitement that you had an inside joke now.
“I’m so so sorry about the eye. I feel horrible. I would never hurt a girl or anybody and I-“
“Hey, relax. I’m just teasing you.” You assured him as you gave his arm and gentle squeeze. Peter looked down at your hand on his arm and felt his entire face turn pink.
“Oh. Right. Sorry.” He laughed timidly.
“I actually think the black eye makes me look hardcore. Like Carrie.”
“My first crush. You remembered.” Peter smiled in surprise.
“I did. Because it’s the weirdest first crush I’ve ever heard.” You laughed at him.
“Oh yeah? Who was your first crush?”
“The pizza boy in Home Alone.” You shrugged.
“What?” Peter laughed. “That’s way more obscure and weird than mine.”
“No way. The pizza boy from Home Alone didn’t kill anybody with his mind.”
“That we know of.” Peter corrected, making you laugh and lean into him. Peter felt his face warm up from the physical contact and was shocked at how well your conversation was going.
“Let me buy your drink to make up for the black eye. And the bloody nose. And whatever else I end up doing to you.” Peter offered when you moved to the front of the line.
“You really don’t have to do that.”
“I insist.”
“Aw. What a gentleman.” You laughed shyly and squeezed his arm out of appreciation.
“Together or separate?” The cashier asked after you and Peter ordered.
“Together.” Peter answered before shooting you a wink. You winked back and stepped to the side as you waited for your drinks. Soon enough, Peter was handed his hot chocolate you were handed your matcha.
“Thank you for paying. That was really sweet.” You said as you clinked your drink against his.
“Thanks for continuing to speak to me after I gave you a black eye.” Peter replied, making you laugh.
“What are you drinking anyway?” He wondered and nodded towards your cup.
“Matcha. Have you ever had it?”
“No. That’s the green one right?”
“Yeah, the green one.” You chuckled. “You want to try it?”
The thought of putting his lips where yours had been made Peters face flush and he nodded eagerly.
“Yeah. Sure.” He tried not to sound as excited as he felt as he accepted the cup. Peter took a big sip of the drink and was instantly met with a burning hot sensation on his tongue. He instinctively spit the drink out, which spewed hot matcha latte all over your face. Peter slapped his hand over his mouth while you scrunched your face from the hot liquid hitting you.
“Oh my God! I’m sorry! It was hot!” Peter quickly explained as he grabbed a bunch of napkins.
“I can tell.” You said dryly as you wiped the matcha out of your eyes.
“Let me help. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it would be that hot.” Peter apologized profusely as he dabbed your face clean with his wad of napkins.
“Yep. Hot drinks tend to be hot.” You smiled sarcastically as you wiped the matcha off your clothes.
“Oh no. I got it all over you. Let me help.” Peter offered and started to dab the stain he had made on your shirt. He put a hand on you to keep you steady as he dabbed at a particular large stain.
“Uh, Peter-“
“I can’t believe this keeps happening. I’m really so sorry.” He cut you off.
“Peter, can you just-“
“I swear I’m not doing this to you on purpose. It just seems like no matter what I do, I end up hurting you or burning you or-“
“Peter, can you get your hand off my boob?” You cut in, making Peter freeze. His eyes slowly moved to his hand and he realized that he had placed it directly on your boob. His eyes then went to his other hand, which had been wiping at your other boob to get the matcha off. Peter immediately held up his hands and took a step back from you.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. My hand, I didn’t-“
“It’s fine. You didn’t realize. It’s okay.” You cut him off to spare the embarrassment for the both of you.
“Oh my God. Oh God, I am so sorry. I didn’t even notice.“ Peter pan kicked and gripped his hair with his hands.
“You didn’t notice that your hand was on my boob?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Not that you’re flat!” Peter quickly explained. “I’m not saying you’re flat at all. You have really nice boobs. Not that I stare at them. But I felt them! But not on purpose. I was just trying to get the matcha off of you and I totally groped you. Right after spitting hot liquid in your face. Oh god. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. Really. I know it wasn’t on purpose. Just like all our other encounters weren’t on purpose.” You chuckled as you finished cleaning yourself up.
“Can I walk you to the nurse?” Peter offered weakly.
“I think I’ll be fine. I’m not sure she can do much for a burnt face and second base.” You shrugged, making Peters face turn bright red.
“I totally didn’t mean to go to second base on you. We haven’t even gone to first base yet.”
“Yet?” You raised an eyebrow, making Peter cover his mouth with both his hands.
“Not that I’m expecting anything from you! I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it more in a “no, not like this” kinda way like in New Girl season 2 episode 15 titled Cooler. That’s what I meant.” Peter said all in one breath.
“That’s the episode when Nick and Jess kiss, right?” You smiled shyly when you realized he was implying that he wanted to kiss you in the longest and strangest way possible.
“Damn. You really get my weird references.” Peter said, mostly to himself.
“Such a weirdo.” You chuckled. “Thanks for the matcha. And for the feel up.”
Peters burned a hot pink as you waved and walked away from him. Even after two embarrassing moments in a row, you were still being nice to him. If he didn’t know any better, he almost believed you liked him back.
A few days later, Peter sat on a bench on campus as he waited for Ned. He hadn’t spoken to you since the matcha incident, something he had still not been able to think about without it cringing. He didn’t want to hurt you again, but on the event of it happening again, he hoped he’d get your number next time.
“The vending machine is all out of Sprite so I had to get Mountain Dew. Do you know what flavor this even is?” Ned complained as he sat down on the bench with a can of Mountain Dew in hand.
“I don’t know. Mountain?” Peter shrugged.
“Interesting.” Ned looked at the can with a newfound respect before taking a sip.
“Well?” Peter wondered about the verdict.
“It’s definitely mountain flavored.” Ned nodded and took another sip.
“Ugh. I hate these shoes. The laces are way too long so they’re always untied.” Peter whined when he saw his untied shoelace lying on the ground.
“That one’s untied too.” Ned said once Peter tied his shoe.
“It is?” Peter asked and stuck his foot out to check. As fate would have it, you were walking by right as he stuck his foot out. You tripped over Peters foot and landed on the ground with a hard thud. Peter heard the noise but was scared to look down, having a sinking suspicion that it was you who he had just tripped.
“Please tell me that wasn’t-“
“Ow.” You groaned from the floor, cutting Peter off.
“Oh no. How does this keep happening?” Peter asked the sky before looked down to see you. Your face was scratched from the fall and you had a leaf stuck in your hair.
“Hey Peter. Nice to see you again.” You smiled weakly as you rolled over on the pavement.
“You too.” He nodded. “Is that a new top?”
“It is. I’m kinda whatever about it.” You said waved your hand back and forth.
“It’s nice. I like the sleeves.”
“So do I.” You smiled and held up your arm to admire the lacy sleeves of your shirt.
“Cool, cool. So um, did you ankle always bend that way?” Peter asked and nervously flicked his eyes to your ankle. You prompted yourself up on your elbows and looked down to see your ankle bending the wrong direction.
“Not that I was aware of.” You shrugged, the pain not hitting you yet. Peter immediately got down on the floor to help you sit up.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you walking by. I’m gonna take you to the nurse.”
“What else is new?” You mumbled as Peter slipped an arm around you.
“Here. I got you.” Peter said and lifted you off the ground with ease. He carried you bridal style in the direction of the nurses office.
“Is this really necessary?” You whispered when you noticed the other students staring at you and Peter.
“Yes. You shouldn’t put any weight on it until you know it’s not broken.”
“I guess so.” You shrugged and stayed silent for the rest of the walk. You wouldn’t admit this out loud, but being carried made you feel like a princess that had just been rescued from a tower. It was cliche and outdated, but it made you feel special. You looked up at Peter before resting your head in the crook of his neck, your way of silently thanking him for carrying you. Peter gulped at the action but felt too flustered to say anything to you.
“Hey.” Peter timidly announced his arrival as he carried you into the nurses office.
“Be fucking for real.” The nurse said and put her hands on her hips.
“She tripped over my-“
“I don’t even want to hear it.” She held up a hand. “Put her down while I get some ice.”
“Thank you.” You called as the nurse disappeared into the back. Peter carefully set you down in a chair and took his backpack off his back to give you something to rest your foot on.
“Make sure to keep her foot…” The nurse trailed off when she saw that Peter had already done what she was about to say.
“Elevated.” She finished. “Good. Let me take a look, baby.”
You gripped Peters hand as the nurse inspected your ankle and winced every few seconds from the pain. This was definitely the worse injury Peter had caused thus far and he could not feel worse about it. He squeezed your hand tightly before putting his other hand around it.
“You’re lucky this isn’t broken. It’s just twisted. I’m gonna give you this splint and some crutches. In the mean time, ice it and keep your weight off of it.” The nurse instructed as she wrapped your foot and placed it in a splint.
“Okay.” You nodded to let her know you understood.
“And do me a favor?” She asked with a smily.
“Yeah. Anything.”
“Stay away from each other.” Her smile dropped. “You’re clearly each other bad luck charm or something. How many more signs from the universe do you need before you realize you shouldn’t be around each other?”
You and Peter sat in silence as the nurse got up and left the room. You were both wondering if what she said was true because deep down, you’d both even thinking the same thing.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Peter said after a beat of silence.
“You have to stop apologizing, Peter. It was an accident. They were all accidents.”
“I can’t stop apologizing. I’m sorry I can never be normal around you. Every interaction we have ends with you getting hurt because of something I did. It’s probably better that I just stay away from you for the rest of college. Which I really don’t want to do but if it keeps you safe from me, it might be the best option. So if this is our last encounter, just know that I really am sorry for all of it. I would never hurt you on purpose. I don’t know how it happened so many times. The universe must hate me or something. Or maybe it hates you. Anyways, I just have this big stupid crush on you but for some reason, I can’t stop hurting you.” Peter sighed and looked down at the ground.
“You have a big stupid crush on me?” You asked as a smile tugged at your lips. Peter perked up when he heard the hope in your voice. He looked up at you and saw that you looked happy about his confession.
“The biggest and the most stupid.” He admitted, making your smile grow.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him.
“Well most of our interactions happen in this room after I’ve severely injured you so it never really felt like a good time.” Peter laughed dryly.
“Yeah. Maybe not.” You agreed. “But at least I know now.”
“You do know now. Oh God. You know now.” Peter realized and started to panic a little. You could see him starting to freak out so you thought of something to calm him down.
“You wanna know how I think our first date would go?” You asked, pulling Peter out of his panic.
“How?” He asked as a shy smile crept on his face.
“I think it would be raining, since the universe hates us as we’ve established, and you would pick me up in your car and splash water on me as you pulled up to the curb.” You began. “And then I think you’d get out to open the car door for me like the gentleman you are and accidentally hit me with the door.”
“Yeah. All of that would definitely happen.” Peter laughed.
“Uh huh. And then you’d drive me to a restaurant and pull out my chair for me when we sat down. But you’d pull it out too far and I’d fall on the floor. Then we’d sit down to eat and you’d spill water on me. Or maybe spit your hot food into my face. I know you like doing that.” You continued with a teasing smile
“This is all very likely.” Peter agreed with you, growing fonder of you with every detail you added.
“I know. Then after we ate, you’d order us dessert and somehow, I’d be allergic to it. The one thing you ordered would definitely be something that made me break out in hives or go into anaphylactic shock or something. And after you walked me back to your car, you’d lean in to kiss me.”
“Yeah? And then what?” Peter hung on to your every word.
“You’d miss my lips and knock your head right into mine. And we’d both end the night with a headache. And maybe even a missing tooth.”
“I’d risk the headache for the kiss.” Peter smiled softly. “You know, one of my favorite song lyrics is, “I’ve got headaches and bad luck luck but they couldn’t touch you.” That kinda describes us perfectly. It describes how I feel about you, at least.”
“I don’t know that song.” You frowned. “I can’t believe I finally don’t understand one of your references.”
“It’s an old Fall Out Boy song.” Peter explained as he pulled out his phone and earbuds. “Here. I’ll show you.”
You stayed perfectly still as Peter placed his earbud in your ear and the other in his ear. You leaned your temples together as Peter hit play on the song. When you got to the part of the song with the lyrics, you looked over into Peters eyes. He looked into yours and felt his face heat up the way it always did around you. Since your heads were already pressed together, all you had to do was tilt your face to close the gap between you and Peter. You kissed him slowly and softly until your felt his hands cupping your face to pull you closer. Peter could barely believe what was happening after all the time he had spent imagining this every moment. He never thought it would happen after he twisted your ankle, but at least it was happening. When you pulled away, you smiled shyly at each other and laughed a little.
“Well, what do you know. That was completely painless.” You teased him. But that wasn’t entirely true for Peter. He touched his now burning lips and realized he smelled something all too familiar.
“Are you wearing peppermint chapstick?” He asked you.
“Peppermint lipgloss, yeah. Why?”
“Oh no.” He gulped and felt his lips start to lose all feeling.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“No. Nothings wrong. I’m just a little severely allergic to peppermint, is all. It’s fine.” Peter kept his voice calm as he frantically wiped his lips.
“What? A little severely allergic?” Your panic grew to match his.
“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.” He smiled to assure you but couldn’t hide the panic in his eyes.
“Are you sure? Your lips are swelling.”
“Tho ith my tongue. But ith okay. I really liked kithing you. It wath worth it.” Peter said through his red and swollen tongue and lips, only worsening his pain.
“Oh my God. Nurse! We need some help in here!” You called out as you held Peters hand to comfort him. The nurse came running back in and immediately sighed when she saw the two of you.
“Oh my Lord. How did you manage to hurt her again in the five minutes since I’ve left you? You haven’t even moved!” The nurse exclaimed.
“No, no, no. I hurt him this time. He’s having an allergic reaction to my lipgloss.” You quickly explained.
“Well how did he get your lipgloss on his…” The nurse trailed off when she put two and two together. You gave her an embarrassed smile while Peter passed out from the pain.
“You two are so nasty.” She shook her head. “I’ll go get some ice.”
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THIS GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET!! ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!!
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readers and zukos wedding, and after the wedding when everyone is gone it's like "wow we actually did it" and it's all fluffy. love your work
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‘All yours’- Zuko x female!reader
Masterlist <3
An: ... surprise lmao
Thank you for the request and I’m sorry it took ages :( I love you
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Summary:
After your wedding, fluff and chaos ensue.
Warnings: Just fluff tbh, i took a very silly route with this request
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The bustling environment of the wedding quieted as the guests filed out, and you were left at the very much empty, yet intricately and beautifully decorated palace ballroom, or rather the venue, with your now husband, Zuko. The wedding was close to magical, everything was perfect, the outfits, the food, the man. It was everything you’ve ever dreamed of! But you’d be lying if you’d say you’re not tired. You were beyond tired. Exasperated was a better word to use. And yet, you found yourself unwilling to let this day end just yet, as you and the fire bender sat side by side on the throne, at the tippy-top of the marbled staircase. As you gazed upon the steps, you wondered how many monarchs must’ve had quite the flushing moment, falling in front of a crowd.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked tenderly, his arm tightly interlocked with yours.
“Do you think anyone’s ever slid down the stairs?” You asked, a smile playing on your lips from how silly the question was, you couldn’t help but be curious though. 
He laughed, kissing his teeth. 
“Uhmmm,” he tilted his head sideways, “Probably?”
“Hm, I don’t think so,”
“Why not?”
“Dunno,”
Zuko watched you get up, dusting your clothes, before reaching out your once interlocked hand to hold his again.
“Would you like to be the first?” You asked, giving an exaggerated courtesy.
He chuckled, and stood up, kissing your knuckles, “And how would we do that?
“C’mon, you’ve never slid down stairs before?”
He furrowed his brows, still grinning, “You have?”
“Of course I have!” You hit his chest lightly, which caused him to snicker. “Wait here.”
He saw you quickly manoeuvre down the stairs, careful not to trip prematurely. Once you were down, you waltzed to the door and spoke to the staff softly, asking the young man to fetch you a spare mattress. You sighed with gratitude, mouthing thank you with a beaming smile. You realised this request must seem like a shady request, with questionable undertones, but it would've been more awkward to try to clear it up.
“A mattress?” he chuckled, confused.
“Yes. Now come help me,” he rushed down the stairs, by your side in mere seconds, a charming smile wrinkling his young face.
“Stop being so cute,” you nudged his shoulder, and he blushed slightly, grinning.
Grabbing the mattress from the opposite end, he lifted it up, muscles flexing slightly at the thickness of the foam holding large weight. You two worked cooperatively to carry the mattress to the stairs, struggling as you guided it up. Once you were finally done, you pushed it to the edge of the top stair, and plopped down onto it. You patted the spot next to you.
“You sure we won’t fall?”
“What’s the fun in that?” you looked up to him with puppy eyes, trying to convince him to indulge in this kiddy behaviour.
“Okay,” he said softly, sitting down next to you.
“Yay!” you clapped happily.
“So, what now?”
“So, grab the furthest end of the mattress and pull it towards you, then, we slide!”
“What if we fall?”
“Umm,” you got up, and jogged to the food area, grabbed an empty bowl, then ran back. You plopped it onto his head, and it slipped, covering his eyes. 
Zuko curls his lip inwards, slowly lifting up the object to reveal his gorgeous irises intently watching you.
“Thanks, I- I guess.”
“Course, now, let’s do this.” you smirked, grabbing the end of the mattress, he copied you.
Then, you scooted forward, and you began to descend. The speed picked up as you went down the stairs, giggles filling your ears, whether they were your own, or Zuko’s, doesn’t matter. What matters is that you were both having fun.
The fun was however short lived, and once you had stabilised on the ground, he threw his head back in childlike laughter. You would be lying if you said you didn’t do it again and again and again. Around the fifth time, your arms become sore from the heavy lifting, and you and Zuko decided to call it a day. With interlocked hands, you roamed the vast hallways of the palace, your room the destination in mind. You freed your hands and pressed against the large wooden door, which opened with a low pitched creak to reveal your cleaned room. 
“Home sweet home right?” you mumbled, stretching as you walked in.
“Yeah, home sweet home,” he laughed, following.
You slowly began to undo your accessories, getting into your nightly adornments. As you adjusted your clothing in the vanity mirror, you caught a glimpse of Zuko, who was admiring you from afar. You tilted your head to the side, and he immediately flushed, embarrassed he was caught in the act.
You turned back to face him, his eyes avoiding yours. You neared slowly, a smirk on your face.
“You’re such a dork,” you flicked his forehead.
“Ow-uh!” he huffed, eliciting a giggle.
“Ow-uh!” you mocked as you walked towards the king sized bed, your husband rolling his eyes.
You dramatically dropped onto the bed, spreading your limbs in a starfish position as you stretched. Zuko smiled evilly, dropping onto you. You groaned, not out of pain, mostly out of shock. “Why are you on top of me?” you giggled.
“Why not?” he smiled, wiggling his head to find comfort on your stomach.
You laughed, hands reaching to tangle in his soft, raven locks. You sighed contently, staring up at the high ceiling. He changed the position of his head so he could look at you, a love stricken look behind his pupils.
“Y/n, we’re married.” he said, in disbelief.
“Yeah, I know, I was there.”
“No no,” he propped himself up onto his elbows, and you looked to him, “We’re like, actually married.”
“Oh my days,” sitting up, you seemed to finally digest it, “We’re married!”
Excitedly, he kissed you, which caused you to fall back down. The kiss was sweet, it was passionate, it was a congratulations - a handshake after winning a gold medal.
“We actually did it!” You squished his cheek lovingly, he squirmed in return. 
Pouting in your cupped palms, cute and silly, was your husband. Yours. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, you’d never felt more compelled to squish him. Your thoughts took over and you squished his face really tight.
“What are you doing?” He giggled childishly, a pink tint coating his soft face.
“You’re so squishy!” 
He rolled his eyes, reaching his hands and grabbing your nose, pulling you forward gently. Your face was centimetres away from his, your heartbeat erratic. Did he know how nervous he made you? Probably, the smug grin on his face gives his intentions away. He gave you a peck before rolling onto the bed, spreading his limbs. 
You both laid, turning to each other.
“You’re a real tease, you know,” 
“You love it,” he chuckled.
“Yeah… I do.”
You smiled at him, which he returned, before yawning widely. 
“I’m spent,” he mumbled.
“Mhm,” 
“Good night, Yn,” he beamed, almost as if the surrounding room had dulled from the brightness of his smile.
“Good night, Zuko,” you smiled, and he flicked his hands to kill the light lamps.
You scooted closer to him, and laid your head on his outstretched arms, shyly. Zuko kissed the top of your head, then rested on top.
You yawned, “I love you,”
“I love you too,” he sighed, scooting you closer to his chest.
The rhythm of his soft breaths, paired with his firebender warmth made the comfiest sleep you've had in a while. And as you dozed off, you couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person alive, for Zuko is yours, and you are his.
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